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I embraced the tears and let them flow. There was something strangely cleansing about a good cry. I wiped my nose on the back of my hand and searched in my purse for a tissue. This was so unlike me. Crying.
I heard the soothing male voice before I felt the hand on my shoulder. I shook my head and turned to look into the inhuman, and extremely captivating, brown eyes of Dr. Matthews.
“When a beautiful young woman runs out of my introduction crying, I tend to worry.”
I cleared my throat and tried to laugh, but it sounded forced. “Well, Dr. Matthews, the stress of going through a divorce and child custody can do that to a woman. I apologize for my speedy departure.”
Why was I telling him this? He was a total stranger, and for all intents and purposes my superior. I tried even harder to keep the edge from my voice as I stood.
“By the way, I’m Kat Brennan, lead dietician and director of clinical nutrition. I apologize for my unprofessional behavior.”
He took my outstretched hand and shook it, holding it a little longer than social convention usually called for. “You’re cold. Maybe you should go in, Ms. Brennan.”
Once again I found myself focused on his eyes. Warm and golden brown, searching mine with a knowing gaze. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing… Again with the damn poetry. I shook my head in an effort to clear my thoughts and pulled my hand from his.
“I was. I’m headed inside to my office to gather my things and go home. I think I’ve had enough of this day. I wish you well, Dr. Matthews. I hope you find our facility enough of a challenge.”
He chuckled. “Oh, I think there will be plenty of challenges here for me. I’m actually well acquainted with this facility. My grandfather was a patient here the last three years of his life. He was the main reason I became a doctor.”
What the hell was this, share time? As nice as it was looking at him, I felt the need to get away from Dr. Matthews and the whole damn campus of High Meadow right now. I turned toward the main door and started walking.
“Well, I’m sure our paths will cross again, Doctor. Have a good afternoon.” I didn’t wait to hear his response; I all but ran for the elevator.